The one joy that has kept me going through life has been the fact that stories unite us. To see you as you listen to me now, as you have always listened to me, is to know this: what I… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
If you ever want to understand multitasking in prose, James Joyce is your man. — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
“A gust of wind snatched at her hat. She jumped from the wall and her skirts blew everywhere. I couldn't avoid glimpsing more than… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
I believe the world of the spirit is in general greatly neglected and not at all served by the practice of faith as we… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
We Irish prefer embroideries to plain cloth. To us Irish, memory is a canvas--stretched, primed, and ready for painting on. We love the "story"… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
“Some people waste their smiles by using them too often. Not Patrick. He rarely smiled—but when he did, his face shone like the sun… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
As an arts journalist in London, working mainly for the BBC, I interviewed hundreds if not thousands of authors. From them I gleaned a… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
“We had so many of those meaningless banter phrases, those icebreakers... they were meaningless-but without malice of harm, and they helped awkward people get… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
“Any attempt to ease guilt by justification is false. That the crimes of another appease none of one's own offenses. That, if one is… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
“What I told you tonight - it isn't my story alone. It belongs to every Irish person living and dead. And every Irish person… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
When I come out on the road of a morning, when I have had a night's sleep and perhaps a breakfast, and the sun lights a hill on the distance, a hill I know I shall walk across an hour or two thence, and it is green and silken to my eye, and the clouds have begun their slow, fat… — Frank Delaney Copy Share
